A Ghost of a (Second) Chance.

A Ghost of a (Second) Chance.

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Danny had been having a weird week. He had seen several of his regular enemies around town, but hadn't been able to catch a single one of them, well not the humanoid ones anyway, they just kept flying into crowded areas and disappearing. What had happened the night before was even weirder, he had been fighting a pair of new ghosts, well new as in he hadn't met them before. He was pretty sure that the caveman and sabertooth tiger had been dead for a while. The sabertooth had managed to pin him down and the caveman had been about to crush his head with his club when all of a sudden there was a riff from an electric guitar. The next thing he knew Ember was standing over him offering him a hand up. She helped him fight and capture the two new ghosts, then she just left. He hadn't even chased her because he was so confused. The next morning, just after class started, his Ghost Sense went off. There was a knock on the door and in walked a red haired girl wearing an Led Zeppelin jacket and carrying a guitar case. The girl, apparently a new classmate of theirs, introduced herself as Emily McLain.
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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